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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume X, Issue 58, 9 March 1875, Page 2

The Tuapeha Times ia in a position to state that a settler in the district offers to convey the freehold of four or five acres of his farm, or whatever quantity might be required for the purpose, to any company of men who will start a woollen factory ou the same. The land is in every respect conveniently situated for the purpose, and there is a copious supply of water always within easy access, and the railway passes close to the land. The ouly reservation made ia that the donor \e allowed to erect cottages for the workmen on the ground. Mr Buckley, clerk in the office of Messrs Perry and Perry, whose mysterious disappearance we noted in a receDt issue — reports tho Timaru Herald— returned to his residence, the Clarendon Hotel, last uight at about ten o'clock, in a somewhat attenuated condition. From what we can learn, he appears to have boen exposed in the open air in a slate of insensibility for nine days, and both body and mind seem Ito have beeu considerably affected. From bia own account ot hns

occurred, it seems that on the morning of Saturday week last he went for a walk along the railway cutting and, feeling ill, eafc down in a flax bueh, from which time until last night he did not recover consciousness. The ense is a very extraordinary one, and several medical gentleman are devoting their attention to him. An Aberdeen baby is said to have inherited the eyes and nose of his father, but the cheek of his uncle, who Is an insurance agent. An American five-year-old had been visiting the house of a relative, where ho took some primary leasons in the history of the American Revolution, sml how the Americans whipped "the Britishers." Returned home, and full of his new subject, at the tea-table be said to his father — "Pa, are you a Britisher ?" « Yes, my son, I was born in England." "Well, we whipped \ you," retorted the youth. An Alsatian womnn recently went to confession. "Father," she said, "I have committed a great sin." •'Well," cried tho priest, perceiving that she paused. " I dare not say it ; it is too grievous." " Come, come, courage." "I have married a Prussian." "Keep him, my daughter, that is your penance," decided the holy man. The " Toilette for the Grave " is the heading of an article in a leading fashion poper. . It is deemed a good thing to remind the giddy multitude that there is such a thing as tho " Toilette for the Grave." We learn from this sad dispatch that a beautiful matron, who died not long since, wos robed in morning dress of snowy muslin, riclly adorned with embroidery and lacethat a young wife, in the first year of her marriage, was buried in the bridal toilette, without jewels, save the wedding ring — that a gifted young girl, jußt through her school days, was laid in ber coffin in the soft white muslin she wore on graduating day — and that another fair maiden was clothed in the pearl-tinted silk worn last at the ball where she contracted the cold that caused her death.